| Hibernation |
| Lingering lovelessly In this realm of Lethargic irate, While an army of disagreeable simpletons Surround my estate. To venture out Amid paired off jewels, I must grieve the couplings Of pretentious fools. See them there, totter about Like fields full of daisies But petals do wilt. And stale excuses Rivaled with my guilt, Over hooky-play And lack of muses. Dissolving in sorrow In search for the bard... O, where do hide All the avant-guarde? Who once I met with sweet reproach, Yet squandered away. Boys who are eccentric Never stay. |